In shadows soft, their whispers blend,
The roots from which his thoughts ascend.
From father’s stern yet caring guide,
To mother’s warmth he can’t deride.

Their echoes trace through every line,
In subtle shifts, the words combine.
A legacy of love and strife,
That shaped the poet’s view on life.

With gentle hands, they carved his world,
In silent stanzas, truth unfurled.
The silent strength of father’s hand,
And mother’s dreams like grains of sand.

So in his verse, their spirits dwell,
In every rise and fall they tell.
The journey of a soul refined,
By those who loved and left behind.